Finding my feet

Kicked off my sneakers twenty minutes ago and my feet are still thanking me. Third official shift at the campus rec center is done, and for the first time since I started, I didn’t spend half the evening second-guessing every interaction with members or fumbling through the computer system.

Finding my feet

Still learning the ropes, obviously. Tonight I had to figure out how to handle a situation where someone’s card wouldn’t scan and the backup system was being weird, but instead of panicking like I would have last week, I just worked through it step by step. Member was patient, problem got solved, nobody stressed out.

The best part? I actually helped this girl set up a training plan that made sense for her schedule. She’s training for her first 5K next spring and wanted something that wouldn’t interfere with her engineering coursework. Felt good to draw on my own experience with Carmen and give advice that actually seemed useful.

Post-shift yoga is becoming essential.

Jake’s been great about letting me decompress when I get home. Tonight he just handed me a cup of tea and let me ramble about the evening without trying to solve anything. Sometimes you just need someone to listen while you process how a shift went, you know?